December 27th,
I don't quite know why I decided to buy a journal, I suppose with a stable income an impulse buy is allowed occasionally. I was never good at talking about myself, let alone writing, mostly because there isn't much I can tell you which I know for a fact is true.
What I can tell you is this, I call myself Task, I'm 26, I live in Gotham City in some shabby little one room apartment, I live alone. I suppose I could tell you about my job, which is apparently much more interesting to anyone reading than me staying up and watching reruns of 'The Grey Ghost' at two in the morning. Which is true.
My job is providing transportation, deliveries and general grunt work for Gotham's Rogues.
Many would call me a 'professional henchwoman', I put them on my business cards (courtesy of the Penguin, who believed I should 'network' and 'publicize more' to get more jobs). I don't work for one villain solely, I work for almost all of them at different times, it's like temp work, morally questionable temp work. Here's a list of some of the employers I've had, excluding miscellaneous gangsters (I work with a lot of them and a lot of the time I can't distinguish "Baby Face" Bambino from "Chips" Malloy).
- -Mr Freeze
- - The Penguin
- - Poison Ivy (deliveries, mostly. She tends to make her henchman herself)
- - The Riddler (Once again, deliveries)
- -Catwoman (transportation)
- - Two-Face
- - The Joker ft. Harley Quinn (Once, but never again)
- - Mad Hatter
- -Scarecrow
That's not to say I'll work with everyone, there are a certain few I've placed on a blacklist, whichever have habits of killing henchman. Though I'm quite pleased to admit that due to my apparent prestige that comes with years of dedication, loyalty and competence has earned me immunity. If anyone kills the best in the business, they'll have to answer to the employers who found me quite valuable.
I'm sure you're thinking 'this sounds interesting, but surely you have your own motives'. And to that I answer with a resounding…. No.
This is just my job, I don't need revenge or power, I just need a steady paycheck and honestly this is the only job I can realistically work solely because it's outside of the law.
You see, legally, I don't exist. Due to unforeseen and unfortunate events, I don't have a passport, a birth certificate, any medical files, a social security number or even a real name. I might have a real name but hell if I know what it is. But this is a story for another day.
My job isn't as exciting as people think it is, I don't fight as much as say, Batman. I mostly deliver things to and from the black market, I drive getaway vehicles, cars, vans, a truck or two, a good lot of heavy lifting is involved, maybe a kidnapping here and there. I try not to be too rough, it's not exactly my favourite part of the job.
Sometimes the Bat gets involved with one of his boytoys or the redhead or some other person he's nabbed off the street, then I have to fight or get out of there, whichever seems like a better idea at the time, or whatever gets the job done with the least bodily harm.
Let's just say, I know a thing or two about bodily harm.
There's a lot I've hinted to, I know. But if anyone finds this diary years into the future, all will be revealed another day. But for now, I should end it here. I got a big day tomorrow, it might make the 6 o'clock news. Sucks for me, really, I hate being on camera.